{"id":91,"date":"2016-02-11T03:15:08","date_gmt":"2016-02-11T03:15:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/studioseeds.com\/suzebienaimee\/?page_id=91"},"modified":"2018-01-26T09:36:24","modified_gmt":"2018-01-26T09:36:24","slug":"poems","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/studioseeds.com\/suzebienaimee\/poems\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"

Suze Bienaimee Nominated for a Pushcart Prize! <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Loves Executive Order<\/a><\/span>! <\/span>
\n<\/strong>Loves Executive Order features a new poem each week \u00a0about the Trump presidency as protest, commentary and rumination on this part of the American story.
\nCreative Founder of Loves Executive Order:
\npoet\u00a0<\/strong>Matthew Lippman<\/a>\u00a0<\/span>
\nPlease enjoy:
\nThe Equation: Moments Stolen = A Lifetime? <\/em><\/a><\/span><\/span>
\n by Suze Bienaimee<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

From\u00a0Barrow Street Journal<\/span>:<\/a>\u00a0Congratulations to our Pushcart Prize nominees\u00a0Edward Mayes, Stuart Greenhouse, Lance Larsen, Bernadette Geyer, Suze Bienaimee, and Fred Marchant.<\/em><\/p>\n

There are 6 more poems below:
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Poem: The Art Shows by Suze Bienaimee, Barrow Street Journal, Winter 2016\/2017<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n\n\n
The Art, The Love<\/a><\/td>\nTell All. Secrets. <\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
He in 1993<\/a><\/td>\nCaw Caw Caw<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
TV Game Show<\/a><\/td>\nIdeal Cities<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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THE ART, THE LOVE \u00a0<\/strong>by Suze Bienaimee<\/p>\n

Look. Don’t tell.
\nUncluttered. Everyday
\nsimplicity to reach
\nthe heart
\nlike a stack of rocks
\nbalancing in my hand.
\nA room
\nof sunlight-smooth-glow-gold —
\nbreathing in
\nand breathing out.
\nRaise the brush.
\nStroke.
\nTell all.
\nSecrets.
\nSolitude’s gift.
\nNow.
\nNow, grasp the pen.
\nEvery miracle in the day: breath, song, breeze.
\nSpeak.
\nEvery miracle
\nin the dark. Run.
\nRun
\nto me.
\nRun to me
\nyou.<\/p>\n

by Suze Bienaimee<\/p>\n

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TELL ALL. SECRETS.\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong>by Suze Bienaimee<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been waiting to tell
\nyou, but I don\u2019t have
\nthe guts. So sitting in a grove<\/p>\n

wearing a cabbage leaf
\ndress, my hair wild corn and multi-
\ncolored kernels red, blue, brown,<\/p>\n

golden. I think I have a headache
\nuntil just now, shucked. A bird
\nlands on my head. No song.<\/p>\n

It flies away. Back now. It sings.
\nTells all. Secrets. I\u2019m an old man
\nsitting in a grove, cane<\/p>\n

in hand. Days long gone from
\nthe war running faster than wind,
\nrifle at hand, dodging shots,<\/p>\n

dressed in warrior garb, weapons, armor,
\nmy hair pumiced. Bald now. No peace.
\nI kiss the wind and wish.<\/p>\n

by Suze Bienaimee
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He in 1993\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong>by Suze Bienaimee<\/p>\n

He cast a long shadow
\nin the doorway as the sun
\nslipped on to the west<\/p>\n

and warmed his face eighty-eight
\nyears in the making glowing
\ngold in the fading sun and his memories.<\/p>\n

He wasn\u2019t out of the woods.
\nWell he wasn\u2019t literally in them.
\nBut just for a moment, let\u2019s say<\/p>\n

that it was woods. Dark, deep,
\nlost in the woods and berries.
\nHe lived on berries, nuts, bark, grasses.<\/p>\n

And he was Black, an African-
\nAmerican preacher left on the land, stayed on
\nthe land, cleared, for crops a hundred years<\/p>\n

before. He choose the land even after
\nhis congregation was gone. Mostly.
\nServices now every fourth Sunday; a handful<\/p>\n

came from miles and miles to the one room country
\nclap-board church because he was that good. Be
\ngood. He would preach like it was 1940 standing atop<\/p>\n

his eight foot step-worn-grooved handmade cypress wood
\nladder calling out: \u201cHallelujah\u201d and \u201cResist Temptation\u201d,
\nwith hundreds there, seeming to float to the sky,<\/p>\n

the overflow outside, singing high, low, clapping. A hush.
\nNow most moved to Chicago, Detroit, St. Louis, Cleveland
\nand couldn\u2019t get to the South on Sundays. Flat. Mississippi<\/p>\n

Delta flat. Lost in the Delta. It really doesn\u2019t matter. Does.
\nLove. His perspective preserved him. He stood in the long
\nsun. He and his long shadow and the sun.<\/p>\n

by Suze Bienaimee<\/p>\n

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CAW CAW CAW\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong>by Suze Bienaimee<\/p>\n

That crow is calling me. Come,
\ncome. Bring your body, your eyes,<\/p>\n

I’ll give you wings and we will fly
\nfar into the night tonight,<\/p>\n

to hear the orchestra of stars
\nand never mind I’m feathered<\/p>\n

and you are human and never
\nmind. You<\/p>\n

there in the bus with that hat knit
\nover your ears. Eyes. It\u2019s springtime.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s summertime. It\u2019s eighty degrees.
\nYou stepped on my foot when<\/p>\n

you passed calling, calling, calling
\nNever mind, mind. Mind.<\/p>\n

by Suze Bienaimee<\/p>\n

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TV GAME SHOW\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong>by Suze Bienaimee<\/p>\n

There are few rules in Fast-talkers
\n<\/em>Smart-talkers<\/em>, but the point
\nseems to be to talk, win prizes,
\nguffaw, jump, even spin like a dervish<\/p>\n

or vomit a little or not and to jump the host
\nlike he\u2019s a tree with a wild boar after
\nyou. Anyway, I still don\u2019t really under-
\nstand the talking part of this or any of it really,<\/p>\n

but I went on it with a friend even though I\u2019d never
\nseen it on TV. I didn\u2019t jump
\nor hump the host or anyone else either. And the flashing.
\nIt’s lights. Lights. Spinning. It was the strobe lights.<\/p>\n

Maybe it was the questions: vapid,
\nspinning, flashing. The Fast-talkers seemed to be
\nwinning. They said more words in a minute
\nthan my team’s Smart-talkers. I said<\/p>\n

nothing. And the room continued to spin
\nwith words speeding past like vicissitudes and
\nnuminous like I was reading from a circus motorcycle
\nin a cage and the whir was deafening. The speed,<\/p>\n

the swirl, in a hurricane of words,
\nsounds impossible\u00a0to hear, see,\u00a0say. The spin
\nof the words. Spiraling. Swish. All those words.
\nSo I shrieked: \u201cSTOP\u201d and the Smart-talkers won.<\/p>\n

by Suze Bienaimee<\/p>\n

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IDEAL CITIES \u00a0<\/strong>by Suze Bienaimee<\/p>\n

The path enters
\nthe park in ideal
\ncities and carries<\/p>\n

chatter clang
\nto hum and silence
\nas my mind flies<\/p>\n

free and back out
\nagain to horns,
\nsteel drums, small<\/p>\n

truck jangle and long
\neighteen-wheelers screech
\ncontort, wrestle the curb<\/p>\n

captured —
\nwildebeest from the
\nprairie fast lane.<\/p>\n

And some only heard once
\nnow
\njazz jam of traffic horns, lights<\/p>\n

synapse in my brain
\nfrom my Carnegie Hall quality
\nfront row stoop steps.<\/p>\n

And in ideal
\ncities minds
\nare fresh, organic,<\/p>\n

poison free.
\nAnd hearts? I keep
\nmine in a glass-<\/p>\n

breasted-box.
\nBloody.
\nBeating.<\/p>\n

by Suze Bienaimee<\/p>\n

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\"artist\"<\/a>
Suze Bienaimee, Poet. Pushcart Prize Nominee. Also featured Artist on ArtNow.org and Creative Founder of StudioSeeds.com, @StudioSeeds on Twitter and @StudioSeeds_Inspire on Instagram<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

MORE POEMS COMING IN 2018:\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>Artist Book\/Chapbook Poems and Paintings,<\/em> by Suze Bienaimee. Spectrum Contemporary, Publisher<\/p>\n

ART BY SUZE BIENAIMEE<\/strong>\u00a0is in public and private collections in New York City, across the United States and abroad. Suze Bienaimee is currently the\u00a0featured artist on\u00a0ArtNow.org<\/strong><\/a> \u2014 a website with the purpose of presenting artists’ work free from the chaos and clutter of the internet \u2014 fine art for inspiration, questioning, wonder…<\/p>\n

FOR INSPIRATION:\u00a0S<\/a>tudioSeeds.com<\/a><\/strong> Conversation\u00a0for inspiration \u2014 the seeds of creativity. What inspires artists, poets, environmentalists, scientists, doctors, historians, collectors \u2014 people?<\/p>\n

TWEETS:<\/strong>\u00a0Suze Bienaimee\u00a0<\/strong>@StudioSeed<\/strong>s<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

INSTAGRAM: Suze Bienaimee\u00a0@<\/a>StudioSeeds_Inspire<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

TRIBUTE POEM:\u00a0JabberSping.com<\/a><\/strong>\u00a0Suze Bienaimee is the guest blogger in a tribute in honor and in memory of James Lee Byars, Artist<\/p>\n

Suze Bienaimee is pronounced: Suzi Be-in-AH-may<\/p>\n

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